Sexy Parts

Infer what you will about the building trades, but they know how to name stuff! Is there another sector with such healthy interests? And, refreshing sense of humor? Nothing stodgy and self-important about hardware store. I love hardware stores, the old ones with deeply worn, squeaky wood floors, narrow aisles with bins, and the smell of galvanized metal parts. It smells like: what I need, to do what I want to do, is in there. The old town hardware store has the part I need, like a needle in a haystack. A gloriously obscure haystack. But, I know the needle is there. I should have went there first.

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